Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tonga and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing the Normal to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Whodini. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Christie,
Liliput,
The Happenings,
The Vogues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Searchers,
Robert Hood,
Barbara Tucker,
Gastr Del Sol,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fortunes,
The Cramps,
Jawbox,
The Raincoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric Dolphy,
Absolute Body Control,
The Offenders,
Mad Mike,
Carl Craig,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Niagra,
Goldenarms,
The Modern Lovers,
Minor Threat,
Anthony Braxton,
David Axelrod,
L. Decosne,
Black Moon,
Porter Ricks,
Y Pants,
Youth Brigade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Los Fastidios,
H. Thieme,
Delta 5,
Adolescents,
The Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
John Cale,
Unwound,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Order,
June Days,
Technova,
The Saints,
The Last Poets,
Sun City Girls,
Al Stewart,
The Beau Brummels,
Rites of Spring,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tommy Roe,
Josef K,
Monolake,
Swans,
Average White Band,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.